Dead Man Walking- A Zootopia FanFiction Series
Part 8: Justice?
Pat's P.O.V
Following Judy and the others to the designated safe house, I dropped my weapons off there for safe-keeping. Kissing her good-bye, I drove the 20 minutes to my personal effects stash, collecting a silenced P226 and a Remington Model 700 with a silencer. Clambering back in the car, I checked my phone once more for the location of my target, before chucking it on the console, putting the car in gear and driving off with the phone display reading, '4572 Dewsbury Drive'.
*1 hour and 15 minutes later...*
I'd seen this bluff from the road as I drove past the house, it gave a clear view of the east and south side of the house, which extended onto the driveway. It also possessed some light foliage and rocks as cover, as well as a steep slope on the house side, meaning that the only way someone could get to me was the same way I'd come up.
Attaching a folding bipod with two spiked feet that I extended, I removed the fore and aft scope caps, looking through the scope and checking the sight picture. Confident that I hadn't smudged one of the lenses, I fastened a bit of black pantyhose to the forward end of the scope with a black rubber band. What the pantyhose did, was it ensured the glass of the lense's wasn't going to glint off the setting sun, as well as reducing the risk of the sun blinding me if it did shine on the scope, without significantly reducing the clarity or brightness of the sight picture.
Deciding that everything was in order, I finally loaded a clip, working the bolt to put a round into chamber. Peeeing through the scope at the house, I looked around to find someone or something to shoot. After about 2 minutes of searching, I finally spotted someone at the loungeroom window. Lining up their head, I hesitated a second before pulling the trigger, because the buffalo had turned around, revealing the face of the chief of police.
Quickly scanning his face to confirm his identity, I realized I had the Chief of The ZPD, Thelonious Bogo's face in my crosshairs. Uncurling my finger from around the trigger, I sat back on my haunches, and pulled out my phone, dialling Judy's number. Sitting the phone in the crook of my neck, I quickly took a swig of water from my canteen. "Hello?" Judy said as she answered the call. "Heeyyy baby, you know how I had to kill someone?" I said, hearing a drawn-out silence on the other end of the line. "Yeah? What about it?" She eventually answered, her voice telling me I hadn't done a good job at covering up the rare nerves I was now feeling. "How am I going to tell her?" I thought to myself, before audibly muttering, "Fuck it." "Well, it turns out the people that hired me have your boss on their radar, because I've got his head in my crosshairs right now." I said, instantly wanting to take it back, feeling gut-wrenchingly guilty for having to put her in this position. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" She said, in a falsely cheery voice that I could easily hear the fear under. Deciding to ignore it for the minute, I cleared my throat and steadied my speeding heart before I answered. "I'm definitely not shooting him and I can't exactly just walk away if we want Nick back, can I?" I said, my voice starting to shake with fear and anger at the seemingly impossible predicament I was in. "Okay, well just stay there and-" "Hang on." I said, cutting her off and dropping the phone as I peered back through the scope, swinging the rifle barrel to face the driveway, seeing an SUV with blacked-out windows pull in from the road. Seven mammals piled out, four clutching SMG's and automatic pistols, one carrying a hamster, and the last one carrying a sniper rifle. Zooming in on the sniper's face, I saw that he bore an uncanny resemblance to the sniper that had tried and thankfully failed to assassinate my girlfriend barely two weeks beforehand. And as if that wasn't enough salt on a wound, this guy had shot me in the gut as a consequence of the botched assassination as I tried to subdue him to bring him in. "Cause and Effect, Motherfucker." I muttered, my finger tightening around the trigger as I prepared to see his head get blown off his shoulders. "Hey!" Judy yelled into the phone, causing me to forget about revenge for the minute and tend to my angry bunny. "Yes darling?" I said, covering up the fear in my voice as I bought the phone back up to my ear.
What? Don't look at me like that. She can be scary as fuck when she pissed. Like a sexy little demon... Don't tell her I said that.
"Why did you cut me off and almost deafen me?" She said, as I started feeling guilty again as I remembered her super sensitive hearing and the sound the phone would have made when I dropped it onto the rocks. "Listen sweetie, I'm sorry for that, but you remember that sniper that I stopped at the press conference?" I said, steering away from the potentially deadly business of apologizing to her. "Yeah..." She said, her voice conveying suprise and suspicion at the sudden mention of her attempted killer. "Well, I've got him in my sights outside the Chief's house along with a bunch of other guys with guns." I said, as they arrived at the door and rung the doorbell. I quickly swung my scope back to Chief Bogo to see him turn and start walking upstairs. "Shit! What's the Chief's number? Quick" I stammered frantically, noting the number she gave and quickly dialling it on my back-up phone. "Hello? Chief Bogo?" I said into the phone, my bladder filling with ice water as the mouse signalled two hippos to point their P90's at the door. "Chief, I need you to listen to me very carefully. The mammals at your door are wielding automatic weapons, and I'm perched on the hill above your house, watching them through the scope of a sniper rifle." I said, hearing silence on both phones as both Judy and Bogo tried to comprehend what I'd just told them. "So Chief, the way I see it, you've got two choices. You can grab a gun and help me put these fuckheads in the dirt, or you can surrender and hope they make your death quick. What's it gunna be?" I said, swinging the rifle back to rest on the group by the door.
Putting in a Bluetooth earpiece, I put my eye back to the scope. "Can you two both hear me?" I murmured, putting the crosshairs on the neck of the mammal closest to the door. "Yep." Judy said, still sounding scared. "Affirmative." Bogo said. "Alright Chief, open the door..." I said, finalizing my aim and ensuring the shot would be a clean kill. "Now." I said, pulling the trigger as I heard the door swing open on the earpiece, and saw the animals at the door raise their guns. The dingo's throat blew out the side of his neck, causing him to topple to the same side and quickly suffocate due to the lack of windpipe between his chest and head. I quickly pulled the bolt back, ejecting the spent round and slid it forward again, readying the gun to fire. Lining the sight up with the chest of another dingo, I again squeezed the trigger, a hiss being heard as the compressed gases flew from the end of the suppressor, the 250 grain bullet weighing 16.20 grams exploding her heart and exiting her ribcage, breaking 3 ribs and mangling her insides. Quickly working the bolt again, I fixed the sights on a polar bear, squeezing the trigger to hit him in the stomach, the bullet passing through his intestines and out his spine, impacting on the dirt behind him, kicking up a handful of dust. The hamster in his hand fell to the ground and scrambled back into the open door of the SUV before I could get a decent bead on him. He had obviously called the remaining animals back to the car, because the sniper and one remaining polar bear quickly ran back to the car, the latter taking a bullet to the arm as he scrambled into the driver's seat and reversed out at speed.
The danger being temporarily averted, I got out from behind the scope and asked Judy to put Riley on the phone. "Fine." She sighed, giving way to static for a few seconds before I heard a deeper voice, "Yeah?" Riley said, moving his head away from the phone to cough into his hand. "Listen, I need you and Luke to come to my location and extract a civilian from the house here. Chief, is anyone else home with you?" I asked, glancing behind me as I thought I'd heard footsteps. "Just me and my wife." The Chief answered, sounding sick to his stomach. Assuming this had to do with the ruptured bodies on his lawn, I glanced behind me again as I heard a twig snap. "Okay Chief, stay in the house until my boys get there, I'm coming to get rid of those bodies." I said, turning around and picking up my M700 as a badger walked out from behind a tree with his hands raised. Not completely suprised, I was quick to raise my rifle fixing my sights on the center of his chest. "You better keep those fucking hands up if you wanna get out of here alive." I said, swinging the gun to face the other tree as an otter stepped out from behind it. Seeing a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye, I swung the gun back towards the badger and pulling the trigger, stopping him from fully pulling his gun as the .338 Lapua Magnum round flew from the end of the suppressor to pass through his lower arm, shattering the bone and continuing to pass through his right lung and out his back. Falling onto his uninjured side, the blood quickly drained into his healthy lung, leading him to slowly choke on his own blood. Working the bolt, I swung the heavy rifle back to face the otter who raised his hands, his fearful face telling me he wasn't going to be a threat. Keeping the rifle trained on him, I used the stock to scratch my shoulder, as the unusually humid night air made me sweat more than usual. "Alright mate, name and reason for being here. Now." I said, keeping the rifle trained on him. "Emmitt Otterton. Taken hostage at gunpoint." He said, his eyes conveying the fear he felt. I lowered the gun keeping it trained on Emmitt's legs so I could incapacitate him if he did something stupid. Lifting my gaze to his eyes, I assumed a grim expression as I asked, "Emmitt, what family do you have?" Looking momentarily perplexed he said "A wife and two kids. Why?" He asked, still looking confused and starting to look scared. Knowing I had to keep him calm before he did something that endangered both of us, I handed him my phone and said, "Call them while I gather my stuff, make sure they're all right, then I can take you home. Okay?" Gazing into his eyes to find a flicker of dissent, I found none, instead seeing a grim determination to see this through to the end that I knew all too well. Turning back, I picked up my spent casings, tucking them into my left hip pocket as I unsteathed my hidden blade, knifing the badger under the jaw to make sure he was dead.
Looking to Emmitt, I took my phone back, confirmed his family was fine and got in the car to drive back to the house.